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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.