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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.