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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.