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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
UT,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.