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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
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.