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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.