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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.