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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.