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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.