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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.