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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.