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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.