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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.