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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
PIL,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.