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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.