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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.