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 Netherlands 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.