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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.