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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.