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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Moebius,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Faust,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.