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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Lyres,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.