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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.