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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.