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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.