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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.