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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.