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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.