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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.