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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.