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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.