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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
ABC,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.