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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.