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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
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.