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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.