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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.