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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.