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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.