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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.