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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.