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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.