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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.