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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.