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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.