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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Lyres,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.