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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
JFA,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.