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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.