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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.