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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.