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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.