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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.