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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.