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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
ABBA,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
The Residents,
Brick,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.