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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.