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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.