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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.