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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.