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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.