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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.