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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.