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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.