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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Wings,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.