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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.