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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
10cc,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.