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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.