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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.