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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.