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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.