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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.