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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.