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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.