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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.