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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
PIL,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.