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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.