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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.