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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.