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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
ABC,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.