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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
New Order,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.