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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.