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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Slave,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.