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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.