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 India and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.