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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.