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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.