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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Unwound,
Can,
Nico,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.