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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.