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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Brick,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.