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 El Salvador 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Television,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.