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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.