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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Can,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Japan,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.