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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.