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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.