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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.