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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.