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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Little Man,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.