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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.