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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.