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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Mars,
Wire,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.