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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.