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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.