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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.