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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.