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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Ice-T,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.