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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
the Association,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.