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 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.