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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flag to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Television,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.