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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.