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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.