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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.