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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.