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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.