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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.