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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.