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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.