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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.