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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.