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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
AZ,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.