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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Franke,
the Association,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.