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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.