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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.