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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.