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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.