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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.