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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.