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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.