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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Nico,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.