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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.