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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.