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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.