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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.