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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.