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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.