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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.