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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.