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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.