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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 JFA to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.