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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.