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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.