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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.