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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the disco 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.