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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Wings,
Inner City,
Faust,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.