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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.