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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.