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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Scion,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Television,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.