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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Slave to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
MDC,
The Sound,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Organ,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.