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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Goldenarms 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.