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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.