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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.