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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.