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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.