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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.