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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.