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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.