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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.