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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.