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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Mars,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.