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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.