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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.