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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.