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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.