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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.