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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.