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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.