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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.