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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.