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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.