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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
The Gories,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.