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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.