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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.