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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.