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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.