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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slackers to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.