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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.