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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.