Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.