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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.