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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.