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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.