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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.