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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.