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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.