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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.