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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.