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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.