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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Can,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.