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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.