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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Swans 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.