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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.