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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.