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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Smog,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.