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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.