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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.