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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Interpol,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.