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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Clear Light 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.