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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.