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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Josef K,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
MC5,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.