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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.