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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Television,
X-102,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.