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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.