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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.