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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.