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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.