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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.