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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.