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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.