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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.