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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Technova,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.