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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.