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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.