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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.