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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.