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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.