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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Wire,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.