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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
The Index,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.