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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.