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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Inner City,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
the Human League,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.