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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.