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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.