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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
UT,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Fear,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.