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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.