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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.