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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Visage,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.