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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.