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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.