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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Television,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.