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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.