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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.