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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.