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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 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 Can 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.