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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Television,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.