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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.