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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.