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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.