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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.