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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.