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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.