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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
June Days,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.