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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
10cc,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.