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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.