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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.