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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Skarface,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.