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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.