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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Echospace,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.