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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.