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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Mars,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.