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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
UT,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.