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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.