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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
June Days,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.