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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
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.