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 France and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.