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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.