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 Belize 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.