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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.