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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.