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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.