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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.