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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.