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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Scion,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.