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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
PIL,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.