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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
UT,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.