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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.