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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.