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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.