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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.