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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
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.