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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.