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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Can,
Index,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.