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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.