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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.