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-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.