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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.