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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Monks,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.