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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.