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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.