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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.