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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.