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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.