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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.