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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
PIL,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.