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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.