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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.