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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.