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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.