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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.