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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.