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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.