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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.