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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.