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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.