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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.