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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.