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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.