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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.