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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.