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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Can,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.