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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
X-102,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
MC5,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.