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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.