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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kayak 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.