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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
10cc,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.