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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.