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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Swans,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.