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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.