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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.