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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.