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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
MDC,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.