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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.