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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Maurizio,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.