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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.