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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.