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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
X-101,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.