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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Can,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.