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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Index,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
New Order,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.