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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.