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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.