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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.