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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.