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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Index,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.