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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.