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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.