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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.