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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.