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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.