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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.