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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. 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?
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.