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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Swans,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.