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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Symarip,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.