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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.