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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.