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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.