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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.