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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.