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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.