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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.