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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.