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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.