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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.