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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.