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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.