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 South Africa 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.