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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rakim to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.