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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.