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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.