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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Franke,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.