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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
John Holt,
Can,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.