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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.