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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.