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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.