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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Brick,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.