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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.