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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.