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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
UT,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.