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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Moebius,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.