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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.