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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Gong,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.