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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.