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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.