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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.