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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
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.