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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Symarip to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.