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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.