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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.