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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.