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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.