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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.