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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.