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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.