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 Japan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.