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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.