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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Visage,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.