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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.