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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.