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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.