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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.