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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Human League 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.