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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.