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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.