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 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.