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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.