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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Deakin,
MC5,
Index,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.