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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.