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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.