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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.