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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.