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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.