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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.