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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Nico,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.