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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.