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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Josef K,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.