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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.