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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.