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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 World's Most to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.