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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.