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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.