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 Monaco and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.