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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.