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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.