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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Icehouse,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.