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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.