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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.