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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.