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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.