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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Organ,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.