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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.