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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Martian,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Section 25,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.