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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.