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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Swell Maps 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.