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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.