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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.