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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Swans,
Smog,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.