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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.