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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.