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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.