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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.