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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Fear,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.