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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.