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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.