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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.