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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.