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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Move,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.