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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.