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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.