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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.