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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.