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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.