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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.