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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.