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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Visage,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.