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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Can,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.