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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.