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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.