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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Wings,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.