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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 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?
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.