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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Can,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Pagans,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
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.