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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.