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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.