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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.