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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.