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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.