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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.