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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 organ 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.