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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.