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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.