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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.