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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.