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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.