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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.