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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.