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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.