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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.