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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.