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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.