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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Country Teasers 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.