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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.