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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.