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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.