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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.