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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.