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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Television,
Suicide,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.