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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Symarip,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.