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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Mars,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.