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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.