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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.