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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
The Names,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.