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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.