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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.