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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.