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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.