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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.