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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.