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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.