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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.