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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.