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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
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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.