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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.