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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
MDC,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.