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 France and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.