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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moon to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.