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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.