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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.