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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.