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 India 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.