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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.