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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.