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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.