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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.