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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.