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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.