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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.