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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.