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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 snare 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.