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 Cameroon 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Magma,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.