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 Moldova 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.