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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.