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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.