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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
The Move,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.