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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.