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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
UT,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Can,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.