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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Brick,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.