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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.