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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
CMW,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.