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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.