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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.