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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.