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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.