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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.