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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.