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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.