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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.