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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
CMW,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Niagra,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.