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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.