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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Television,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.