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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.