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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.